Chapter 282: Cut yourself, or get on the bus first and then make up the ticket
Yang Jian is currently fighting against the evil dragon. He feels that this is the most frustrating battle for him as a quasi-sage.
That evil dragon had the power of heaven and earth added to it. If it weren't for the golden wheel of merit, Yang Jian would even think that it was not an evil dragon making trouble, but a divine dragon that had meritorious service to heaven and earth.
The people nearby were all protected by Yang Jian, and this defensive protection made the war god who was once the protector of the Chan religion extremely angry.
And the evil dragon did not attack Yang Jian, but only targeted the people behind him.
This eye-opening offensive and defensive battle has begun.
The evil dragon's attack would automatically disperse as soon as it was about to hit Yang Jian. The most disgusting thing was that this evil dragon showed no verbal provocation at all and seemed to act on instinct.
Yang Jian couldn't use words to anger this evil dragon, otherwise it would become his own provocation.
This kind of neither going up nor down, just like match-fixing, is constantly wearing down Yang Jian's patience.
What made Yang Jian even more ashamed was that the people behind him all cheered for him.
They don't understand what happened between Yang Jian and Nailong. They only know that this evil dragon destroyed their home and took away the lives of their family members!
The Shushan Immortal Sword Sect's method of exterminating demons and protecting the Tao is deeply popular among the people. In their eyes, Yang Jianxing is a hero who saves the common people!
Their idea was very simple. In order to protect them, Yang Jian did not hesitate to use his body to attack the evil dragon and fight with his life against that evil dragon!
A little faith sprouted from their hearts. As the evil dragon attacked them more and more fiercely, they gradually became calmer from the initial panic, and finally looked at Yang Jian expectantly.
The power of that evil dragon was obvious to all, and in their eyes Yang Jian was a hero who worked hard to protect them.
Yang Jian was startled. He felt a familiar feeling in this world, which was the power of pure faith.
I didn't expect that the power of faith that I was looking for in the entire world would be obtained under such circumstances.
Yang Jian felt that he deserved it.
However, this power of faith is still very weak, like a candle in the wind, it may be extinguished at any time.
The evil dragon seemed to have sensed something. He looked up to the sky and let out a long groan. His body flew straight into the sky, like a jade pillar, soaring straight into the sky and breaking through the sky.
The momentum is rising steadily, and it seems like waves are turbulent under Nielong, like the sea is pouring upside down. You must know that this is Shushan, a place surrounded by mountains!
Those common people had never seen such a formation before, and they suddenly panicked. Some even collapsed to the ground, and some even fainted from fear.
The scene was in chaos. Someone screamed, and like the last snowflake in an avalanche, the string called reason collapsed.
Seeing this situation, Yang Jian silently recited the Calming Mantra to calm the crowd to avoid unrest. You must know that the people nearby are here, and if something goes wrong, there will be heavy casualties.
Yang Jian looked at this evil dragon with a heavy expression, his thoughts were like lightning, and he was constantly thinking about countermeasures.
This evil dragon seemed to be convinced that he would not take the initiative to do anything to it, so he acted unscrupulously.
What made Yang Jian feel wrong the most was that this evil dragon seemed to know what restrictions he was subject to, as if he pretended that he did not exist.
It seems that he still has the initiative to resist his own attacks...
In an instant, there was a landslide and tsunami, as if it was the end of the world, and the overwhelming flood hit the gathered people fiercely.
That impact, that power of heaven and earth, made people unable to resist. Many people closed their eyes and waited for death. No matter how unwilling they were, they had nowhere to show off.
The mother hugged the child tightly, not letting him leave her side, and subconsciously covered the child's eyes.
When Yang Jian saw this situation, he had a feeling in his heart, and his eyes seemed a little moist.
He seemed to see the shadow of his parents, the kind of himself under the protection of his parents.
Yang Jian fell into an extremely mysterious state, feeling that everything around him was celebrating him, as if he had found his original self.
The countless laws of heaven and earth are all in front of you, and there are countless spiritual energies for you to drive. The great power of heaven and earth, the kind of self and heaven, and the self and Tao.
"Evil beast!"
Yang Jian seemed to understand and shouted at Nie Long.
Holding a three-pointed two-edged sword, his heavenly eye opened on his forehead, and a beam of divine light went straight towards the evil dragon.
The evil dragon whined, mixed with pain and excitement.
I saw it looking at Yang Jian ferociously, attacking Yang Jian's spiritual platform with solid malice. However, Yang Jian's spiritual platform was so stable that it could not be destroyed by an evil dragon.
There was a loud noise, deafening, and the people felt their ears buzzing.
They were already prepared to accept the impact of the flood, but they secretly opened their eyes and saw that they were safe, and their faces burst into tears of excitement.
If there was no way out, who would be willing to die?
Many people looked up at the sky and saw a figure fighting against the evil dragon.
He was seen holding a three-pointed, two-edged sword, with countless rays of light scattered around, fighting against the evil dragon with black energy rising into the sky.
The glow breaks through the black fog, and the black mist envelops the glow.
Like the struggle between darkness and light between heaven and earth...
The figure of the evil dragon flickered and appeared, the sound of metal collision kept ringing, and the sound of the dragon's roar was frightening.
The defensive formations arranged by Yang Jian flickered on and off, frightening the people who had rekindled their hope of life from their determination to die.
They are deeply afraid of losing this only support to protect their lives and leaving themselves facing death.
"We must win!"
"Our fortune and life depend on you, we must win!"
"As long as you can survive, I will definitely build you a monument to immortality and worship it every day to repay your life-saving grace."
Countless people's strong desire to survive was transformed into pure faith and worshiped in Yang Jian. After all, Yang Jian was the only way they could survive.
As mortals, they can only stand by and cheer for Yang Jian.
Yang Jian's eyes became brighter and brighter, and the feeling of heaven and earth for him became smoother and smoother. The power of heaven and earth of that evil dragon was constantly weakening.
Being able to fight like this with him who has a quasi-sage cultivation level, Yang Jian's suspicions in his heart are increasingly confirmed...
Who else but a saint can tease a quasi-sage like this?
It is not known which saint was so nasty to Yang Jian. When I go back and ask myself about the way of heaven, all the reasons will be clear.
The battle is continuing, and as the faith becomes more and more stable, the strength of the evil dragon continues to decline, and the mighty power of heaven and earth that was originally attached to it is instantly dispersed.
Yang Jian held a three-pointed two-edged sword and swung it at the evil dragon, which was like Pangu's strike that created the world.
Nielong subconsciously wagged his tail like a divine dragon.
When the knife struck Nielong's body, the original sparks from the metal collision did not occur, but the blade cut into Nielong's body like tofu.
Cut the flesh, cut the tendons and chop the bones in one go!
The evil dragon screamed, and the blood from the severed tail scattered on the ground like a spring, and the dark clouds in the sky began to disperse.
"Master Yang Jian?!"
Xu Changqing, who had arrived late, looked at the scene in front of him with dumbfounded eyes.